
Attending a wedding is like being handed a licence to act like a twat. Oh how I laughed when I sobered up and realised I'd nicked most of the plates and cutlery from the posh hotel lunch and those vague memories of stealthily exiting like a cat-burglar had in fact involved falling out of the hotel, knives and forks clattering onto the steps.
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( , Mon 3 Nov 2014, 18:10)
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I was a bit miffed not to be invited to a mate's wedding.
Then I remembered that I'd slept with both his wife-to-be AND his sister*, so reckoned he was probably right.
Mind you, I could probably have done quite a fun speech - it could have been titled "Compare and Contrast"... They could have had a sweepstake to see how far I got before being attacked by his family!
* Not at the same time
( , Tue 18 Nov 2014, 13:57, 1 reply)
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